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A Theory On The Hearts Of Women And Men
"The hearts men create are unbearably large. They reach out and cling to whatever they can find; love, desire, ideas, other hearts. It is why men seek and why they build. Those unbearably large hearts try to balance the world upon themselves and on their own too often fail ( Read more... ) -
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[October first... Well she'd managed to survive another year. Where had the time gone? Not that Kukaku had any idea how old she was anyway. It felt bittersweet this year. Her birthday was one of the few days Ganju had always stayed home. They visited Kaien's grave and drank a lot and then in the evening they'd have a big dinner and set off ( Read more... ) -
025
[Kukaku was in the lounge again, staring at her brother in the mirror, coming home right on time with his friends. She watched him let them all in, and then stay outside to stare at the sky as it got dark ( Read more... ) -
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[Kukaku had thus far been enjoying the beach. Good places to eat, she'd finally forced Kuhn into some decent clothes, the weather was nice. Of all the places they'd been, this was one of her favorites. There was always something to do...
Even some things that were a little... "unorthodox"...
She's currently walking out of the ocean, dragging a ( Read more... ) -
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D-Damnit ( Read more... ) -
022
[Kukaku hated that this had to be done in such a public place. She hated it. This wasn't anyone else's business! But this damned mirror didn't work outside of the lounge. So she stood in a corner, slumped against the wall, staring down at the mirror ( Read more... ) -
021
[Kukaku had never been so glad to be back on the train and headed away from that circus of a school as quickly as possible. She needed to unwind. So, dressed back in her regular clothes, Kukaku sat on a couch in the lounge, idling in front of the television.
She didn't have the slightest idea what she was watching, but trying to decide if it was ( Read more... ) -
020
[Well with the recent mess that was some kind of not-hollow kidnapping a teacher and possibly the headmistress, Kukaku was trying to get back to the train to get her regular clothing and her explosives. Obviously no one took her seriously like this, and really she couldn't blame them, so it was time to get back to normal ( Read more... ) -
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[[ooc: XD Sorry for another Kukaku post so soon, but I could not resist.]]
[Kukaku wandered the area around McKinely Hall, tugging on her uniform grumbling to herself, looking as though she was three senconds from ripping someone's face off.]
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[Kukaku lay sprawled on her back on her bed, arm across her face, covering her eyes. Resting on her stomach was her manga, having been reading through it for the thousandth time. It seemed appropriate to look over now ( Read more... )
